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*There are...remnants of bodies around the symbol on the ground, though the most prominent is the body right in the middle of it with arms slashed from elbows to palms.*

*It's not like anything Darnell has seen before, though when Hellboy has finished with the monsters... and he /will/ deal with the monsters... Hellboy will recognize it as a summoning circle, though there's something off about it. Probably why it summoned and /area/, and not /just/ monsters.*

*Other than the otherwise empty warehouse, there's a small office near the back. Poking around in there, Darnell will find it amazingly clean, but stacked neatly on the desk are papers with writing. It looks like a letter at first, but will prove to be more like a journal of, presumably, the man who killed himself in the middle of the summoning circle. He rants about the world and how terrible it is, and how he's going to end the world by bringing hell to earth.*

Darnell: ................well, he seems to have gotten that partly right. *grimacing as he reads . . . will continue poking around, seeing if he can find anything on the ritual itself - if he understands the mechanics, maybe he can try to reverse engineer how to destroy it, or UNsummon all the monsters, or.../something/*

*He'll start finding clues. Casey has seen all she cares to and is waiting by the door now, keeping watch until Hellboy can join them. Darnell...won't like seeing the solution being. It seems it may require the blood of an innocent, given willingly.*

Darnell: *grimacing - how /much/? And what constitutes an "innocent"*

Hellboy: *finally dispatches or runs off the last of the petal-heads. He's bruised, scratched, bitten, and covered in blood, but hey...he won. He'll head into the warehouse, pausing at the sight on the ground, /grimaces/* That's never good.

Casey: You beat them?! *straightens and glances at the office before heading towards Hellboy. She'll give him a wry grin as she gets close* Heh, you smell worse than I do now.

Hellboy: *smirks* Tends to come with the territory, kid.

Casey: *motions at the office* I think mister sniper found something.

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*He...won’t get a chance to rip the door away. In fact he’ll likely realize they need to get out of the way of the door as front and back doors, and all the windows /implode/, monsters and mist flying through the air to the disc of blood sucking them in. It’ll take a moment, but Hellboy will finally get an opening to haul his charges outside. Since they’re not the targets of the soell reversal, once outside the pull from the spell form will stop for them, but a town’s worrh of monsters are flowing by in a violent toerrent. It’s like a horror version of the end of Jumanji. It’ll be a while before this ends, and Casey’s arm is still dripping blood.*

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*Hellboy and Darnell will struggle to get away from the warehouse, supporting Casey between them, till they can tuck themselves into a spot where they're sheltered from the flow of monsters. Once there, Hellboy will hold Casey while Darnell numbs and wraps her arm.*

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Casey: *pale, limp, but heart beating and still breathing*
*As they sit there the flow of monsters will lessen and the stop, the mists clear and the sky brightens to a bright, pleasantly warm day. The place is still eerily quiet, but that pervasive sense of /wrong/ is gone now.*

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Darnell: *once done, he'll lightly pat at her cheek* Casey . . . Casey, honey, wake up. Can you hear me? Wake up.

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Casey: *now that the spell isn’t feeding on her... she moans softly, eyelids fluttering.*

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Darnell: That's it...that's it. Casey, it's Darnell. Can you hear me? C'mon, kiddo, talk to me. *mostly just giving her something to hear, to focus on, continuing to brush her cheek, rub her arm, etc*
Hellboy: *just supporting her for now, leaned back against him, secure with something strong and steady at her back*

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Casey: *eyelids flutter again and finally open* ...Detective... *head tilts a bit and she looks at Hellboy.* ...BFG... did we win?

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Hellboy: *gives her a grin* Sure did. Ya dun good, pea-shooter.
Darnell: *grins in spite of himself at that* How are you feeling?

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Casey: Nuh-uh. I’m a BB remember. *she pulls a deep breath* Tired. Really tired.

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Hellboy: *chuckles* Well, she's lucid. That's good.
Darnell: *grinning, relieved* And as ornery as ever. C'mon. *will get his arms under her and stand, lifting her in his arms* My car is just outside of town.
Hellboy: *stands with them* Black, classic, and painfully British? Probably from the 60's?
Darnell: *laughs* Yup, that's the one.
Hellboy: Saw it on the way into town. *will lead the way*

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Casey: *looking around as she basically hangs between the guys...* ...So...what happens to me now? *dad dead and probably safe to assume mom is too...*

[neverasked4this]

Darnell: Well, first thing's first - we need to make sure we can make contact with the outside world again. We report to our respective agencies about what happened - you'll likely be interviewed by both, just so we have as complete a record as possible. Then...find you a new family, someone who'll adopt and love you as their own.
Hellboy: *pauses to look at her, cradled in Darnell's arms* Or . . . you're smart, you're resourceful, you've got more guts than most adults, and you've seen things and /survived/ things that most can't even begin to imagine. You know there are horrors out there. We could use someone like you at the Bureau. We have a few freaks like me, but most of our agents are regular humans. I could take you back with me, and you'd be placed with someone who'd not only be family but an agent. They'd see to both your mundane schooling as well as training to help fight against stuff like this. *motions as the abandoned town around them* Whaddya say, BB?

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Casey: *glum, but the offer from Hellboy has her looking at him.* I...I think I’d really like that. *belonging somewhere where people will understand what she’s been through...*